Field Of Dreams (feat. Paris Wells)

So I guess I gotta

Yo, eyo

I spit like an M16, I let them all know they can have it

That flash of magic with an imagination to match it

So catch it, it's classic but it will not be contained

In an industry man-made, 'cause it runs through my veins

It pumps through my brain, through my name, nothing will change

Don't make me huff and puff and turn this fucker to flames

But enough of the games, my shadow is a tidal wave

My idol, there's a brighter way, fight for it night and day

I've built fires inspired to keep my hands warm

I've hopped through hurricanes

And step-stepped through sandstorms

I've climbed cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming

Even walked on water, just to be here this evening

So, here we go again, I gotta prove I'm no magician to you

Rabbit in a hat, rappers is clueless how I kick it

This is blood, sweat and tears

Flesh and bone a better way

A brotherhood of hope, with a megaphone at heaven's gate

Shoot me down, raise my head

Walk my field of dreams instead

'Cause there's no way you will march on top of me

Not how this is going to be

Lift my feet, raise my head

Love and sweat and tears I've bled

Create the path I see ahead

(So I guess I gotta) Walk my way instead

Yeah, check it out yo

Well he's still kickin' it so beautifully

Bet he's re-writing the odds

'Cause he knows it's not the dog in the fight but the fight in the dog

See the kid couldn't spell for shit

But could draw like a photograph

Fuck a hit, he rather his rhyme on the wall of a poet's class

He digs with a phonograph

Caught a flow and rode the flavor

That archaeologists artists audio appropriator

Ghost Rider, flaming chopper, caressing the night

And chasing the glimpse of a forever fading fluorescent horizon

He just lights up the skies

While running through this circus with the heart full of good vibes

That's pumping through his circuits

Live wire, high flyer, spit fire out his lungs

Soars a war-torn Mustang through an empire of the sun

Catch him diving in this rhythm

Rhyme and gliding in his vision

Manifest music mementoes to remind him of his mission

He just rolls like a bowler

A soldiers forward composure

With a butterfly net full of dreams hangin' over his shoulder, he says

Shoot me down, raise my head

Walk my field of dreams instead

'Cause there's no way you will march on top of me

Not how this is going to be

Lift my feet, raise my head

Love and sweat and tears I've bled

Create the path I see ahead

(So I guess I gotta) Walk my way instead

Shoot me down, raise my head

Walk my field of dreams instead

'Cause there's no way you will march on top of me

Not how this is going to be

Lift my feet, raise my head

Love and sweat and tears I've bled

Create the path I see ahead

(So I guess I gotta) Walk my way instead